Copy of Daily Drops

Shoutout 2 glue70
prod them mostly sorta me lol

lyrics:
Oh 
Lalalala
Baby if you wanted me
Then tell me why did you leave?
Why did you leave me?
I don't want you trapped here to me
What's the problem cant you see?
(Wassup girl)

Cant you see I'm working so hard everyday?
Tryna make this shit work so we get paid
I know that its hard to have the faith in me (me)
But you are killing me when you don't believe
I got what it takes, I know it 
I know you know it too
And you know it so well (You know it too)
And baby I know that you know it 
And that's why you're my boo
Yeah yeah yeah (I love you)

Ouu Cartier
I'm lovin' your smile
I'm lovin' your eyes (ay)
I'm lovin' your thighs (yea)
I'm lovin' your curls
I'm wanting you
Tell me am i wrong?
I'm wanting you
To help
Beg your time
I want you tonight
I want you tonight
I want you to find 
Me in your life
Me & you together baby we can do some thangs
Me & you together baby we can do some thangs

Baby if you wanted me
Then tell me why did you leave?
Why did you leave me?
I don't want you trapped here to me
What's the problem cant you see?
(Wassup girl)

mol$ x Cartier God - Pink Splash

(lyrics:)

(hook 1:)
i been stuck inside my brain
(yeah and i can’t really help but feel like shit)
need smoke just to get through nights n days
(i’m addicted but it helps me get a grip)
work myself til’ i’m insane
(tryna make people happy while i’m in this pit)
see the light at the end of this brightened cave
(too far to go back, so let’s make this quick)

(verse 1:)
i could
cry all night in my room lil bitch
that still won’t fix all the wounds lil bitch 
i’m done crying over that foolish shit
lets school these kids, imma do this shit
for my mama my niece and my nephew
i swear when i blow up i aint gon’ forget you
and shoutout my sister michelle and my 
friends who be letting me crash in they house for a bedroom
i swear that i’m grateful 
but when it comes to the trust i don’t know
if i’m physically able
under the table
buying that marijuana
helping wit the trauma 
and my fatal
suicidal thoughts
i been tryna talk
through all the music only way i’m able
to get through the blocks
on this path i walk
i been stressed, you could tell by the facial
promised my mama i’mma be on cable
but i don’t know if PC enough for it
i could just GG and gun for it
fuck it i already hung for it
nose leaking R.E.D. off the L.S.D. 
i was 15 up the forest
noose all around my neck cuzza torment
and now i just pick up checks for enjoyment

(beat switch//interlude)

(verse 2:)
in the city shoutout SF
feelin shitty but i’m what’s left
out the pity partys and the tests
fuck the rap game and it’s pests
tryna leach offa yo success
shoutout karma if it’s still around
when you listening but it’s best
if i don’t assume how we turn out
i’mma just raise the roof so we turn up
ain’t gonna pick n choose who we blur out
shoutout to stem but you can get murda’d
fuck it lil bitch, i got my past 
other rappers got a past too
rappers talkin like they ain’t trash
that boy said he gonna pass who?

(hook 2:)

bitch boy
pick up the pace
killing these rappers that ain’t tryna race
eating my dust leave my butt in they face
bitch its yung brokie gon’ fuck up the game
bitch 
we on a whole ‘nother wave
if you ain’t wittit then fuck out the way
bitch
shoutout to karma the gang
we gettin money, said fuck all the fame
bitch boy
pick up the pace
killing these rappers that ain’t tryna race
eating my dust leave my butt in they face
bitch its yung brokie gon’ fuck up the game
bitch 
we on a whole ‘nother wave
if you ain’t wittit then fuck out the way
bitch
shoutout to karma the gang
we gettin money, said fuck all the fame lil bitch

PICK UP THE PACE! (prod. MAJZKLUANI)

2 Goats, 1 Banger @TRAQULA

Stream Bank- https://ffm.to/teego-bank
Spotify- https://open.spotify.com/track/1b8sove3pxb2pk1AQyvdsU?si=2cb54dda59bd46f2\
YouTube- https://youtu.be/c-Bf2iGVP-M

TRAQULA:
https://www.instagram.com/traqula_/
https://www.tiktok.com/@traqula

Lyrics:

Ay, ay
Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank
Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think
All this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank
So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way

No GPS, I know my way, ay
Cuz I'm here like every day, ay
Talk that shit you catch a fade, ay
Chip on my shoulder, Frito-Lay
Another day another flight
Different city every night
Throw this money in your face
100 k, yea that's the price, ay
I'm just out here living life
Fuck you if you say I'm wrong bitch I know I'm living right, ay
You wishing you could do the things that we do
Yea I'm Glass but you the one who see through
Bitch I'm flyer than an eagle, flyer than an ea-

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank
Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think
All this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank
So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way

And it had me like...
I gotta go put the money in my hand, woah
Got a check, blew five hundred on some pants, woah
Making like 300k in a day
Making this money I'm feeling okay
You talk a lot of that shit like you really be making that money but really you aint
Ay, ay
Ain't no fucking way you did that, yo
Traq burger gotta flip that, ay
I ain't fucking with your bitch ass
Get back 'fore I blow your shit back

Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank
Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think
All this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank
So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way
Imma pull up to the bank, bank, bank, bank, bank
Give a fuck bout what you think, think, think, think, think
All this cheese starting to stank, stank, stank, stank, stank
So move the fuck out of my way, way, way, way, way

Bank feat. TRAQULA

you gon fall in with artemis aim
i’m the god of the hunt, boy pray you aren’t the prey
sos diamonds i hit johnny dang 
i’m like pandora’s box, you better be afraid
keep fucking with me, promise you gon regret it, lil brodie, yo kids ain’t gon make it to college
red dot beam, and a banana clip on the K, had him thinking that a monkey shot 'em

if he going up, then we sending him down, on my life, lil brodie, he going out fatal
yea i got everyone calling me kurt, how i got the game on lock from every lil angle 
talking on me and the next thing you know they gon photoshop you in the clouds with a halo
walk down on his block with a drum like a band, mariachi bullets how they making him tango 
Watch me ball on the block, Roy Hibbert
his soul finna exist as soon as he enter 
yea i don’t need a gun, could pull up with bow, got me feeling like my name was Jeremy renner 
G-O-A-T next to me it’s congruent 
so fuck what you said bitch i’m living off music
my flow transforming like professor lupin
say you gon sending shots but you cappin like cuban

you gon fall in with artemis aim
i’m the god of the hunt, boy pray you aren’t the prey
sos diamonds i hit johnny dang 
i’m like pandora’s box, you better be afraid
keep fucking with me, promise you gon regret it, lil brodie, yo kids ain’t gon make it to college
red dot beam, and a banana clip on the K, had him thinking that a monkey shot 'em
you gon fall in with artemis aim
i’m the god of the hunt, boy pray you aren’t the prey
sos diamonds i hit johnny dang 
i’m like pandora’s box, you better be afraid
keep fucking with me, promise you gon regret it, lil brodie, yo kids ain’t gon make it to college
red dot beam, and a banana clip on the K, had him thinking that a monkey shot 'em

hit then i dip and she ask if I love her so I told her no I feel like Daniel Bryan
she wanted my number , so i gave it to her , little did she know that i was fucking lying
with the mask on my face call me stanley ipkiss
bitch i puff , no pass, pussy you can’t hit this
this a go go gadget ,up on my hip bitch
i’m boutta put yo name up on the shit list
fuck a 3-5 bitch i gotta big spliff 
broke hoes hella ugly , needa rich bitch
ima turn em to a fucking victim 
rip out all of his mf ligaments

PANDORAS BOX「prod: kay9」

Tell his bro there’s a man down.
feat @ominvs 
Lyrics: 
[OMINVS VERSE] 

- WHY IS YO GIRL TEXTING ME ON MY SNAPCHAT
- SHE TELLIN ME WHERE SHE WANNA GET SMASHED AT
- YOU WANT A VERSE BETTER SHOW WHERE THE CASH AT
- YOU ALREADY KNOW BETTER SEND TO THE CASHAPP

- NOT AFRIAD TO DIE CAUSE I BEEN SO DEPRESSED
- I PUT IT ON MY LIFE IF YOU DO SCAM ME IMMA REPOSSESS
- BITCH WE KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE MY NIGGA WE DONT NEED NO GPS
- YEAH YOU GETTIN PUT UP ALL ON THE NEWS YOU ON THAT CBS

- MY NIGGA THATS THE NEWS AYE
- FEEL LIKE BOB THE BUILDER CAUSE I REALLY GOT THE TOOLS AYE
- HEARD YOU TALKIN SHIT YOU MUST NOT KNOW THAT I AM RUDE AYE
- KEEPIN TO MYSELF IM STAYIN QUIET MAKING MOVES AYE
- THIS STARTED AS A HOBBY NOW THE KID IS GETTIN FOOD AYE

- I MIGHT SIT BACK, AND SMOKE BIG GAS
- I TAKE TEN PILLS JUST LIKE TIC TACS
- I SEE THE MONEY BITCH I GOTTA GET THAT
- MAKIN BREAD AND NOW IM TRYNA FLIP THAT

- YOU A FOLLOWER JUST LIKE A SYNTAX
- KNOW YOU KNOW IT NIGGA CAUSE YOU BIG MAD
- OH MY CHOPPA REALLY GOT A KICK BACK
- WANT ACCESSORIES YOU GET A TOE TAG

#MANDOWN II [W/ OMINVS]- (PROD. Pxlsdead)

sick song @96jcc6igupwj @angelmortis

Lyrics⬇️
Dirty up my gun I gotta stop watchin a basic bitch 
Swervin out the lot I got that zip and it’s just 5 percent 
Say you rolling up but I just saw you leave walkin out that bitch
Open up your door I got a new prestige it’ll leave you bent

Flip the laws up on their head
Find a loophole
There's a bitch following me
And I think he wanna go
So I say what's up
You wanna fight
Light you up like dynamite
Running for your life
But there's no one in sight 

Steady rollin like a barrel bitch 
Find a way to get that zip 
Mind games can’t fuck with this 
Bitch I gotta dip

Yeah I got 4 doors Can’t let you in 
Doors close we speed off quick 
Bad choice it don’t mean shit 
Gun noise can’t hear my whip 

Looking for my strap
Got it now I'm gonna dip
Gotta 9 millimeter
But that really ain't shit
Need a war grade weapon
And I'll keep it by my side
If you run up on me acting stupid
You gonna die

got more weapons than a war sight 
pussy get it right 
12 bullets for your 9 lives 
Keep a 45 
By my bedside bitch try 
I won’t ever die 
Never miss like deadeye 
Bullets gonna fly
﻿
Rollin 6 deep 
On god we gotta sheep 
I see you copy us 
It’s time for us to meet

Big gun now we step on bitches 
You don’t want no business 
It ain’t fun play you like a scrimmage 
Now we gotta finish 

Underground bunker that is where I store my shit
Got security cams up, tracking movement
If you break in, press a button, you are stuck inside
When you hear it bolt down, know I never let it slide

Walkin in guns ablaze
See the look up on your face
When you realize
You made the biggest mistake
So I pull it once, twice, thrice
Then I let it strike
Do the job
Then I'll frame it, make it look like suicide

WAR GRADE - uphanist & angelmortis (prod. WXRST)

DEADMAN WALKIN'

pranav.wav X Day$okee - "DEADMAN WALKIN" (prod. pranav X bumboi)

FUCK IT! (prod. dxnilukx)

WIT IT W/ XELISHURT & LORD DISTORTION  (Prod.GX)

prod.necu
ON ALL PLATFORMS!
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COVER IS @???

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- Follow CLXUDA -
Instagram @clxuda05
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-lyrics-
sick as shit im still gon do this shit
ay yuh
triple 6 sick

in the back i roll a dubbie
smoking gas a double dutchie
shorty bad she finna suck me
shoulda known she wanna fuck me
got a red dot
3 shots
shooting like im tony
n park up in this bitch
n then she get to matt stonie
im a boss
get to working  with the money
rick ross
drop the top
push the pedal
and im going till i stop
got the sauce
on my drip i got ed hardy 
on my socks
smack down
hulk hogan when i toss
all my opps

no 50 cent
dont show no mercy
shooting thunder
call me percy
keep on jacking up the cost
if u got beef
hit my attorney

don't get wordy with
never been a teacher
or a student
still be hitting up this gas up in my class
im getting zooted

im a boss on my shit
shorty dance on my dick
ima hit another lick 
and do the dash in this bitch
i got way too many bands
too many fans in this bitch
i feel like eiminem cause shawty stan in this bitch

Shawty a stan
She call me her man
Flipping the commas Im making the bands
Cop me a whip and I cop me a benz
Then I make it rain like the weatherman

Shawty on me cuz she like what she see
My eyes rolling I know she a fiend
Looking at me like she wanting the D
Looking zooted like she off of the bean

Ice on my wrist still lighting the scene
Shawty a model like bellahadid
I got a gat if you wanna get beamed
He a pussy nigga no ed hardy jeans

Talk on my name you talk on my brothers
We pull up all black now you is a goner
I got a vendetta I grip my beretta
Leave him holes he melting like cheddar 

Fuck is you talking about
Fuck is you repping
You is a fraud and breaking yo testament
Lying and nagging niggas you better than
Cant function without popping the medicine

Sorry not sorry Im counting my benjamins
Owning real estate like Im a resident
Feeling like rick ross chilling in heaven man
Do not have a care cuz

in the back i roll a dubbie
smoking gas a double dutchie
shorty bad she finna suck me
shoulda known she wanna fuck me
got a red dot
3 shots
shooting like im tony
n park up in this bitch
n then she get to matt stonie
im a boss
get to working  with the money
rick ross
drop the top
push the pedal
and im going till i stop
got the sauce
on my drip i got ed hardy 
on my socks
smack down
hulk hogan when i toss
all my opps

666SWISH x CLXUDA - double dutchie (prod.necu)

HIM (W/ SpookyXIV)

eryxse x pandemxnium - akame

LYRICS:

she wanna argue 
I don’t like to fight 
Get me some sprite 
Make sure it got ice
Go a for a ride 
Play this at night 
No feelings inside 
I can’t even cry 
Cause I put my pain inna pint

Only put trust in my brothers 
You fuck wid a bitch 
And she fucking another 
She doing her dirt under covers 
Just a like mummy a lot to discover 
Whattt
Bitches be fake
I don’t wanna chill wid em
Coupe with the wide body 
I need my wheels bigger (vroom)
Niggas be like you feel me? 
Hell nah I don’t feel niggas
I’m getting tired of working 
Been my bag no birkin 
Look at his face nervous 
He is not gang I’m certain 
And syrup gone fix all the hurting 
Sipping on mud no bourbon 
I’m ready to close up the curtains 
Cause all of my verses 
Perfect 

she wanna argue 
I don’t like to fight 
Get me some sprite 
Make sure it got ice
Go a for a ride 
Play this at night 
No feelings inside 
I can’t even cry 
Cause I put my pain inna pint

You texting her phone 
She chilling wid me 
Shit
Well you know how it be 
We boutta link
Exploring her kinks
Now I’m sipping on pink
My pain in a pint 
In love with the lean 
Aye All need is a beat 
They don’t know my name 
Saying Eugene 
Shit is funny to me 
Brand new coupe
And that bitch go vroom
They stoping and staring 
When I’m in the room
Most of these niggas can’t do what I do 
Bryson n Dwight I do this for you
I’m just getting started got something to prove 
I like my bitches pretty and rude
Niggas was sleep when I was school 
Now when they hit my phone 
I be just like who?

she wanna argue 
I don’t like to fight 
Get me some sprite 
Make sure it got ice
Go a for a ride 
Play this at night 
No feelings inside 
I can’t even cry 
Cause I put my pain inna pint

PINT OF PXIN [prod. $URGICAL]

DANCE! w/ilyrose

The GOOOBERS second go at the "discord album / softwilly challenge"

3 teams, 4 weeks, and 1 full album each.

21 total songs, with a BTS video as well: [coming]

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